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Attention Getter
00:54
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Traffic Light
02:43
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You never talked to me when I was feeling down.
Forgetting about you.
You, wanting me around.
Hard to believe that this is even you.
Doing things I thought you'd never do.
Where do we go from here?
Indecisive, long legs, what a sight.
You change your mind faster...
Like a traffic light.
Don't pretend you don't remember me.
Deciphering your tall tales is so easy.
I walked in those shoes
More than once before.
Remember that, head down, walking out the door.
Indecisive, long legs, what a sight.
You change your mind faster...
LIke a traffic light.
But who's the one who said that they missed me?
Merry go round of different arms,
None of which were mine.
Arm and leg I gave for you.
Your so-called love for me,
was that ever true?
Indecisive, long legs, what a sight.
You change your mind faster...
Like a traffic light.
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3. |
Paternal Test
04:05
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I'm so lost.
Who's talking to me? The man or the bottle?
Stop this fragile mess.
Debauchery with your hands on the throttle.
I don't know.
Where do we go with your faults?
What did I do wrong?
Where'd you go now?
(Did you run, did you run, run away from me?)
Whom do I seek,
without you around?
(Did you run, did you run, run away from me?)
How can I deal with all the harsh things you have said?
It's hard to deal with all these,
Bad memories in my head.
Passive aggression, no good intentions.
Used your fists to solve it all.
We're bound to see you rise,
We're bound to see you fall.
Is this what it means to be a man?
Which road to take, what is your plan?
The spiked drink holds all the answers.
What did I do wrong?
Where'd you go now?
(Did you run, did you run, run away from me?)
Whom do I seek,
without you around?
(Did you run, did you run, run away from me?)
How can I deal with all the harsh things you have said?
It's hard to deal with all these,
Bad memories in my head.
You're a ghost!
Lost, wandering off alone.
You must cope!
Toss away the troubling times.
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4. |
Worker's Strife
03:46
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Grab you wrenches; get off your asses.
Grind up your bones with the rest of metal.
Crank up your machines to overdrive.
And never settle.
Pride yourselves; give us your blood, sweat and tears.
Present your broken backs.
You are the product; you are a profit.
Don't forget it!
We don't need, we don't need,
We don't need your pity.
We don't need, we don't need,
We don't anything.
Never needed to find a way out.
We are the tools of your broken cities.
Mister foreman; where is your heart?
Did you sell it for the extra dollars?
Think back when you wore our boots.
Amongst the squalors.
You need us; have you forgotten?
We are the spine of your countless fortune.
Pick up your pen and paper.
We don't need you!
We don't need, we don't need,
We don't need your pity.
We don't need, we don't need,
We don't anything.
Never needed to find a way out.
We are the tools of your broken cities.
We don't need anything
We don't need, we don't need,
We don't need your pity.
We don't need, we don't need,
We don't anything.
Never needed to find a way out.
We are the tools of your broken cities.
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5. |
The Wallflower
02:59
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Disappear without a trace,
Find my face to another space.
Am I still a part of the world?
Got my doubts I can wait it out
I’m still here, words still leave my mouth
Am I just a wallflower?
I don’t know, I can’t tell you
I don’t know, I can’t say
Rest assured I'm still bone and meat.
Can't see my feet, how could I retreat?
Did reality come unfurled?
Getting down to setting out
With a newfound purpose, newfound clout.
Call me The Wallflower!
I can go, and I want to
I can go, and I’ll stay
I CAN GO! AND I WANT TO!
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6. |
Baseball
03:13
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It's going down to the wire.
Everyone’s on their feet.
The crowd is going wild.
They’re on the edge of their seat.
You can feel the electricity.
It’s gut check time.
They've answered the bell.
Time to hit your stride.
It's all a cliché, anyway.
Empty your pockets for some bubblegum and Cracker Jack.
It's all a cliché, anyway.
It's all a cliché, anyway.
Down but not out
Backs against the wall
It’s do or die time
Keep an eye on the ball.
It’s one game at a time
Put on your game face
Give 110 percent
Step up to the plate.
It's all a cliché, anyway.
Jumping up and down like we don't care and they don't care
It's all a cliché, anyway.
It's all a cliché, anyway.
Circle the wagons
Never say die
Try to stay focused
Hold your head high.
Gotta tip your hat
They really gave their all
Just came up short
They got a wakeup call, wakeup call, wakeup call, wakeup call.
It's all a cliché, anyway.
Broken bottles, broken fists for a ball and catcher's mitt.
It's all a cliché, anyway.
It's all a cliché, anyway.
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7. |
Sugar & Tinsel
04:33
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Yeah y’know you’re quite familiar,
But you don’t look too bright.
She left you waiting, standing straight and unassured
What’ll happen next tonight.
It’s not the stuff that dreams are made of.
Not the sugar and tinsel life.
Pretty girl, good-looking boy: it's what ya do,
What’ll you cause next tonight?
Oh, darling Annie!
She walked away, left you at home
No one here, making company
But the sound of silence and the scent of cheap cologne
Yeah y’know you're still not sorry,
But that doesn't make you right.
You only do, all the things you wanna do.
Look where it’s landed you tonight.
It's not the stuff you thought you wanted
Not the sugar and tinsel life
Brush your hair, wash your face, you don't need to shave.
Get yourself composed tonight.
Oh, darling Annie!
She walked away, left you alone
No one here, making company
But the sound of silence and the scent of cheap cologne
Oh, darling Annie!
With you at home, she walked away.
Standing here, making company.
Not even seas apart were you so estranged.
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8. |
Creature of Habit
03:22
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You say
Things don’t change for the better
But I’ve got some thoughts that are dwelling on my mind.
“Good ole days” are gone,
And you still blather on,
But I never heard you say “At Last” until Etta died...
I can concede that
I’m a creature of habit
But I can still move on
If you believe that
There’s no sense advancing
You’ll still get pulled along
I say
Rose ain’t a safe shade of color
But I’ve got a view that you ought to pursue
Memories subsist,
On the things you won’t miss
So I’ll keep my “back thens” in the rear view.
I can concede that
I’m a creature of habit
But I can still move on
If you believe that
There’s no sense advancing
You’ll just get pulled along
I can concede that
I’m a creature of habit
But I can still move on!
If you believe that
There’s no sense advancing
You’ll just get dragged along.
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9. |
Strongly Inclined
04:39
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Lying on my back,
Ponderin’ if I should ever get back up.
Fall back asleep in silence.
Lead feet, heavy hands.
Fragile mind, dead inside.
At least my heart’s still
beating anyway.
Lethargy's got the best of me.
I'd rather ride the coat tails of yesterday.
No second comings tomorrow.
Give me some of that comatose.
Fall in the quick sand.
145 degrees of social disease
And I can't stand.
Throw my moral compass into a bottle.
Fill it with vodka; help me to swallow.
Chug, chug, chug the loneliness.
We're not perfect.
We're not pristine.
But at least I know those words don't even mean the same thing.
Is it worth it?
Enough to care?
Nothing matters when you're drowning.
Lethargy's got the best of me.
I'd rather ride the coat tails of yesterday.
No second comings tomorrow.
Give me some of that comatose.
Don't you know?
Well let me tell you.
It's seems the world has turned
it's back on me.
Too fast! We might rift.
It's hard to focus with this constant shift,
Of our world that keeps spinning.
Lethargy's got the best of me.
I'd rather ride the coat tails of yesterday.
No second comings tomorrow.
Give me some of that comatose.
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10. |
Super Virgin
06:18
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Love,
Is a four letter lie with a meaning.
It's a smokescreen.
For a pathway to my insanity.
And I,
Have a label across my forehead.
And everyone likes to talk about it.
Terrorizing me. It's agony!
Where art thou comrade?
Help me fight this battle of life.
'Cause I can't face this hell,
All on my own.
Now I hold these tendencies
that complicate things.
Building up unnecessary obstacles.
Shrouding me in a different kind of tone!
What's the point? I try, but it hurts.
It's withering down my serenity.
Where can I go,
To flee the ignorance?
I need someone to mend my broken melody.
I'm a super virgin
And there's nothing super about it.
Give me, gimmie a diversion.
Divert me off this broken path.
Sex, the norm of society.
Yes, a part of conformity.
Flow, through the cavalcade of emotions.
No, time for the useless devotions.
Couldn't relate to the songs on the radio I always hear.
Getting all the lovers, having someone to hold, happy endings.
Couldn't relate to this oh-so-called normality.
Condescending me like I'm a naïve black sheep. I'm lost! I'm lost!
I'm not gay I'm just having a real difficult time.
No dates, no kisses isn't the greatest sign.
Oh, they want to break you, break you down.
I could just run away, run away.
And everything would be okay!
What's the point? I've seen the sticks and stones break my bones.
The words bring back the misery.
Where can I go,
Where love can't find me?
I need a moment of clarity.
I'm a super virgin
And there's nothing super about it.
Give me, gimmie a diversion.
Divert me off this broken path.
Wish I was normal like everyone else.
I'm a wanderer amongst the free.
Maybe in my dreams I can be happy.
Sing a song that speaks to me.
We're all super virgins.
And we can just laugh about it.
No need for diversions.
'Cause I'm a straight shootin' arrow on the narrow path.
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